As The Raven Dreams Podcast - Glitch In The Matrix Stories Ep. 111 | ATRD Podcast

Episode Date: January 4, 2026

Welcome to 111th Glitch In The Matrix Stories Collection! Today we have 22 stories that will make you question reality itself, submitted and posted by everyday people. Today we have stories about disappearing objects, strange happenings, time skips and quantum immortality. If you enjoyed this episode, be sure to like or rate the podcast, and leave me a comment with your thoughts if the platform your on supports it! I upload episodes every 3 days, so there are 2 days between new uploads. The podcast consists of new scary story collections, Glitch in the matrix collections, and also what I call the "Dark Dreams" collections (which are older stories, remastered and layered with rain sounds). If you have a story to submit, would like to find where to listen to the podcast, or want to find me on social media platforms, all of that info can be found at https://www.astheravendreams.com You can also send stories into my subreddit (r/theravensdream) or email them to me at [e-mail] Want to check out some ATRD Podcast Merch? ➤ https://teechip.com/stores/astheravendreams Or for signed merch ➤ https://ko-fi.com/AsTheRavenDreams I wrote a novel, "The Insomniac's Experiment" by Raven Adams! Check it out on amazon (Or you can email me for a signed copy!) Join Patreon to get early access and support the Podcast! ➤ https://www.patreon.com/AsTheRavenDreams Check out my gaming channel with my pal Ghost_Ink ➤ @superNefariousBros On YouTube Thank you to all of the authors that have stories in todays episode... Rob, Cee, Rid_zy, Collectors Impact, Kylie, MaddieBuilds, Vecs, CJ, GB, Fonseca D, Asher, Abby, Leanne, Attey, H, TU, T, Jasmine B, Jen As Well As Any Author That Has Requested Anonymity. TimeStamps… Ad breaks after Story 2 & Story 10 1 ➤ 1:01 2 ➤ 5:57 3 ➤ 9:48 4 ➤ 12:29 5 ➤ 15:28 6 ➤ 18:06 7 ➤ 20:13 8 ➤ 29:04 9 ➤ 35:15 10 ➤ 38:27 11 ➤ 40:22 12 ➤ 44:57 13 ➤ 46:39 14 ➤ 51:03 15 ➤ 53:20 16 ➤ 59:48 17 ➤ 1:02:38 18 ➤ 1:03:52 19 ➤ 1:07:33 20 ➤ 1:08:45 21 ➤ 1:10:59 22 ➤ 1:13:24 ----- Disclaimer ➤ Episodes include a content warning for language and sensitive/disturbing content. Listener discretion is always advised. ALL Audio and visuals on this podcast are copyright of AS THE RAVEN DREAMS / RAVEN ADAMS and may not be duplicated, in any format. Bless This Mess. None of my audio is AI Generated, I am a real person reading real stories into a real microphone. Note: The podcast nor the host endorses any advertisements played during the podcast, ads are not chosen by ATRD or Raven Adams, they are chosen automatically by the advertisement systems by the platforms that host the podcast. I do not endorse, support, or promote any opinions or statements made in any adverts played during the show. #ScaryStories #UnexplainedMysteries #GlitchInTheMatrix Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

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So, yeah. We have some glitch of goodness for you today. Some bizarre and strange stories to start the year off. Hopefully you enjoy them. If you do, please do let me know in the comments down below if you're on a platform that allows comments, or if you're not, then don't, obviously. Um, if you have a story you want to share with the podcast, be it a glitch in the matrix,

scary story, or anything in between, feel free to reach out. Astherravendreams.com. Or if you have some troubles with that website, as some people sometimes randomly do, you can always email it to me at Astherravendreams at gmail.com. And now that I've spoken for way too long in this intro, So please enjoy. Hello, Raven. Something is going on.

I think this is my third submission here, but I've been having non-stop glitches every single day now. This is the only place I ever feel comfortable sharing these experiences. I've mentioned here that I'm a truck driver. I drive roughly 8 to 10 hours a day, which gives me a lot of time to observe my surroundings, and watch for discrepancies in this reality. So, for the past month, I've been doing a little test of my own.

I have entirely too much time on my hands. From the time I start my drive in the morning until the time I park my truck for the day, I very intently pay attention and make a mental note of any vehicle that passes me with a distinct bumper sticker, unique phrases, unique name license plates, business logos, distinct paint jobs, really anything that you have to be a distinct bumper. really anything that sticks out like a sore thumb. I also have a very good photographic memory. Well, I'm seeing the same vehicles throughout my entire 8 to 10 hours of driving now,

every single day, in the most impossible ways. I mean three states over, eight exits later, fuel stop, 45-minute nap, and two stops for a bathroom break type of impossible. The same vehicles are passing me throughout my... entire drive daily. And I'm not talking just one or two vehicles. It's at least 10 vehicles a day. Exactly the same.

Passing me. Again. And sometimes passing for a third time. This is almost like my second job now. It's second nature for me to glance over at a vehicle and intentionally look for something very distinct on that vehicle that will stick out. But the frequency. I just cannot get over the frequency of these occurrences happening now that I am consciously watching for them during my drives every day.

It started to make me feel like I'm genuinely losing my mind, but I know what I'm seeing. It's to the point that I thought about seeing a neurologist to roll out anything with my brain, but in my heart I don't believe there is anything wrong with my brain at all. I think that's just the part of me that still wants a logical explanation for these occurrences. but the logic is that the fabric of our reality isn't as it seems. Also, on three other occasions while driving, I've looked up above my truck and saw a plane just sitting there, not moving whatsoever.

Not only is the plane not moving, the plane is never high up in the sky like planes usually are. It's always scarily low in the sky. Then I'll look away from the plane for a split second, look back up and the plane is completely gone, vanished. I've shared this occurrence with a friend and was instantly met with gaslighting. I've never been more embarrassed and frustrated trying to explain something so unexplainable. She doesn't believe in this type of stuff at all.

And I know she probably thinks I'm insane, but I know what I saw, and I'll risk sounding crazy. The first time the plane incident happened, I looked up and saw. saw the plane, quickly glanced at the road in front of me, looked back up, and the plane looked like it was miles away in the sky, in the literal blink of an eye. All I did was glance at the road in front of me, then it was all the way across the sky. That's impossible. I immediately pulled over onto the shoulder of the road because I felt a panic attack coming on, because here I am, again, not being able to grasp what I'm witnessing. And I've also noticed every time these incidents happen,

no matter how many times it happens, I immediately get that heart drop feeling in my chest, the feeling you get right when someone gives you bad news, the feeling of impending doom. It's only for a split second, but I've noticed it every single time. It's like my brain's way of telling me, Yep, that weird broken reality thing is happening again.

Pay attention. The submission was only about the frequency of the glitches lately since I've started testing it out daily, and it's really blowing my mind. But I'll go into the other individual glitches in another submission. I'm just so thankful for this channel, and thank you for taking the time out to listen and not judge. The more I submit, the less crazy I feel. Raven. I found your YouTube channel a few months ago and have been listening and enjoying the stories ever since. Thank you. My story is not scary or spooky, just kind of confusing.

My entire school chemistry class saw her teacher appear to teleport. This happened in, I believe, 1995, and I would have been around 14 at the time. Let me set some scenery in place, as this is. relevant. My secondary school, high school in the UK, in the city of Bristol, England, is built on the side of quite a steep hill, and laid out as roughly a rectangle with a central yard. The yard is split into two levels because of the slope, with about a 20-foot climb up some stone steps between them, and a retaining wall which also stops errant teenagers from falling off the upper level of the yard.

The steps are flushed to the walls, so unless you're looking over the edge, you can't see the bottom of them from the upper level. Our chemistry teacher, who I'll call Mr. P, made his way across the lower yard, up the steps, and to the science lab via the upper yard each day. The labs were locked unless a teacher was there, so we had to wait outside. It was a beautiful, sunny day, and every day. Everyone was waiting on the upper yard for Mr. P to come and let us into the lab. We were chatting and messing around as usual, and both I and a few other boys saw Mr. P making his way across the lower yard as usual.

We said something to the effect of, here he comes, and everyone started picking up bags, jackets, and so on. Nothing strange. Except Mr. P. didn't appear from the steps. He was suddenly unlocking the lab door from the inside and greeting us with his usual smile. He was a great teacher and we all liked him a lot. We were so confused. He had just been down in the lower yard, and he would have had to have passed through our whole class

in order to get to the doors that we were waiting outside. There was another route through some of the other corridors and stairs inside the school building, that encircled the yard, but it wasn't possible for him to have gone that way that quickly, and he would have no reason to go that way. It wasn't raining or anything, and again, several of us saw him coming across the yard. Some of us asked him whether he had come across the yard, and he looked at us with a little amusement and confusion, and said that he had. This made no sense.

He opened the door from the inside. If it had been only me that saw him, I would have just assumed I imagined it or got mixed up somehow, but it wasn't. A number of us all saw him on the lower yard, and then a few seconds later he was inside the lab doors. There wasn't really any consequence to Mr. P's apparent teleportation. He led us in. We were all a bit puzzled, but we shrugged our shoulders and got on with the class.

It wasn't mentioned by him again, and we brushed it off as just being one of those things. It's only been in more recent years, listening to Glitch stories, than I've realized just how weird this was. When I went to Mexico last year, I visited an adorable boutique shop in town, where I found a lovely vintage ring. I bought it right away and wore it for the rest of my trip, along with my other rings. On the bus ride to the airport for my flight home, I decided to unbraid my hair, but the hair kept getting snagged on the six rings that I was wearing.

I took all of them off and set them on my lap while I finished unbraiding. I had individual braids, so I had my work cut out for me. Anyway, I was on my last braid as we were pulling up to the bus station, and I was confident that I could finish without holding up the bus too much. Just in time, I finished as the bus came to a stop, and I had to quickly regather my belongings and disembark. I threw on the rings from my lap quickly and left the bus. Within two minutes of leaving the bus, I realized I only had five rings, rather than six. My brand new ring was gone.

I was bummed out, but rolled with the punch and continued to my flight. I did search my bag as I had some extra. time at the airport, but no luck. I unpacked my bags once I got home, with a glimmer of hope that maybe the ring had fallen into a side pocket while I was getting off at the bus. Still nothing. Two weeks later, I noticed something in one of my packing pouches. It was my lost ring, sitting there in plain sight in this transparent packing pouch on my

dresser. Easy enough to think that I absentmindedly threw it in there while packing in Mexico, but the thing is, I'm a very strategic packer, so as to not have to pay for extra baggage. I only travel with a medium-sized backpack, so it's important to me that everything is organized and compartmentalized into their own packing cubes and pouches. shirts pouch, toiletries pouch, electronics, separate jewelry box, you get the picture. I also distinctly remember putting on the ring and thinking about how excited I was to have it before leaving my hotel for the airport. I'm not sure how this ring found its way back to me, but I'm grateful to whatever force or little reality shift made that happen.

Hi, Raven. New Watcher here. I absolutely love your videos and everyone's stories. I've been binging them. I have a glitch that happened to me a few years back. I was driving a friend back to my house to hang out. I live slightly in the outskirts of town, a country-ish area. We were approaching the four-way intersection to turn at to get on the main road leading to my house. About seven to eight hundred feet ahead.

I looked in my rear view since I needed to break soon and no one was. there. I'm 100% certain of this. And so, of course, I began to slowly break. I looked back in the rear view out of instinct, literally two to three seconds later, and there was suddenly a car right behind us tailgating. It looked like an older beige or silver PT cruiser. I have no idea where this car could have come from. There was literally nowhere for them to turn from and be right behind us like that. We were surrounded by moderately thick woods on either side with a creek and drop-offs. Even if they pulled out from either side, which would be nearly impossible to drive a car in, I would have seen them pulling out, and their vehicle when I looked up the first time.

It doesn't even make sense that someone would be driving in these areas, like I said. Not only is it practically impossible due to the thick-tight tree line and creek and cliff drop-offs, But even if someone did somehow manage to get their car on either side, it wouldn't be some quick action to get back onto the road. Like, I would have seen them angled or halfway pulled out, or headlights moving, or just something. But it was just nothing, and then suddenly a car appearing from thin air. This genuinely freaked me out,

and that area is above an old cemetery, so maybe it was some ghostly encounter too, rather than a glitch? I don't know. The car didn't follow us, but I started bugging about it instantly and when I fully explained it to my friend, who was looking at her phone when it happened, she also freaked out.

Terrifying stuff. Also, that same friend and I had another weird experience a few months later, that same year together. This one wasn't nearly as jarring, but it was definitely freaky. We'd pulled up to an old cemetery, and I turned off the car,

and after about 30 seconds of us sitting there collecting our bags and snacks and drinks, the radio started playing with my car completely off. Just straight noises, like white noise with muttering. So I guess we attract the weirdness. I really don't like driving on either of those roads anymore. This happened in 2022 and it still makes me uncomfortable when I think about it. One evening around 7.30 p.m., my phone rang. It was my dad.

I picked up, and he sounded irritated. The first thing he said was, Why didn't you tell me earlier? I'm already on my way. I was confused, because I hadn't called him or texted him about anything after 12. I asked him what he meant, and he said,

didn't you just call me five minutes ago and ask me to bring home eggs? and bread? You said it was urgent. I told him very calmly. Baba, I literally did not call you today. We did chat this morning, but I never mentioned eggs or bread. He got annoyed and said, Stop joking. You were speaking so fast that I thought something happened. I then checked my call log. There was no outgoing call to him at all, no accidental dial, nothing. When he reached home, he wasn't as irritated anymore, but he told me exactly what he remembered. He was sitting in the living room, and his phone rang.

My name flashed, and he answered. He heard my voice, my exact voice, asking him to bring eggs and bread. The call ended normally with no static and no distortion. He said that it didn't sound like a recording or a mimic. It was just me. He wasn't confused about the timing either. He remembers talking to me after the evening news started, and the news timing matches the moment that I was just scrolling Instagram.

The creepiest part is, I actually did need eggs and bread that day, but I hadn't even realized it until he mentioned it. I was thinking about making fried bread with eggs. It's a dish where the bread is chopped into small pieces, and the rest is similar to making an egg-fried rice. but I hadn't checked yet that I had run out of eggs and bread. To this day, neither of us can explain who or what called him.

The number was definitely mine and the voice was definitely mine. It's like the universe jumped ahead by a few minutes on his side and let him hear something that I hadn't done yet. Hello, Raven, and all the dreamers out there. This strangeness occurred a few months ago. I'm in the medical field. I'm not sure I want to say which specialty. I have a patient that I've been seeing for several years now,

and as per her appointment, she was in my office mid-morning. I don't drink coffee, so I wasn't jiggy at all that day, and it wasn't as though I was tired from a long day of dealing with patients. Again, it was mid-morning. About halfway through the appointment hour, I'm looking at her and talking with her when she suddenly went pixelated. Her entire body was pixelated, while nothing around her was pixelated. The sofa she was sitting on was normal. The art on the wall was normal.

The lamp was normal. This went on for the better part of 30 seconds. I know 30 seconds doesn't seem long, but when the normal wall, world goes sideways, 30 seconds feels very long. I blinked and I blinked again. I rubbed my eyelids. She remained pixelated until she didn't. I didn't let on to her, but I was highly distracted and disturbed for a bit.

I put those feelings on hold to attend to my patient, however. This has not occurred again to this patient or any other or with any social encounters. But it happened that day with that patient. I absolutely do not like the idea of us all being in a simulation. I don't like the idea of being in some kind of multiverse. Still, I think about it, and in my mind I hear Queen, is this real life? Is this just fantasy? I don't know, Freddy. I don't know.

Hello, as the Raven Dreams. Hello. The following events have happened twice now. I don't know how to explain it, but I suspect your audience will maybe think it's a simple mistake or an unnoticed change, or maybe that I'm crazy. To an outsider, maybe, but I felt this with my own hands and saw it with my own eyes.

It is physically real. So, to preface, this isn't to preach, I'm not judging anyone. I am a vegan, who also suffers from a bowel disorder. For nearly 14 years, I have been reading the backs of labels of products in store for ingredients. If I haven't read the ingredients, I don't buy it. Or if it contains e-numbers, I don't recognize. I put it back. You could describe me as pedantic or meticulous when it comes to reading labels. I'll often reread labels as stores are in the habit of changing ingredients without warning.

To simplify, I go for no animal products and avoid spice if possible. There are these Richmond vegan sausages I had already examined the ingredients of, cooked, and then served countless times before. The manufacturer clearly intended for them to be like plain sausages. They were plain, maybe even slightly herbie sausages. Having myself served them with notice and consent, to others, as I bore the practice of cooking meat, I found no one ever complained that they tasted unusual or weird,

and most said they liked the sausages and that they tasted like, again, real sausage. Bear this in mind for the next part. When I was out on a usual shopping trip, I go to the store and mixed amongst the usual Richmond vegan sausages was another flavor called curried bean flavor. I held the packet, physically examined it. It looked a bit like the original, but there were key differences. On the front were beans, and this graphic that looked like a sticker that said curried bean flavor.

An elliptical circle with this reddish-colored border. A white background in the circle and reddish-colored text. I already knew it would be spicy. But, out of curiosity, I flipped it over and read the ingredients on the back. The ingredients included things like black pepper, mustard, and caps. them, all spices. It was basically the original sausage flavor, but if someone had added spice flavoring. Now, I will sometimes try vegan food at least once, even if they say they're spicy,

mainly so I have an idea for other people. I put the curried bean flavor in my shopping trolley with the strong intention of buying it, but in my mind an argument broke out, between the side that was curious and the side that was opposed to buying it because of my bowel disorder. order. Ultimately, after thinking how dumb a curried bean-flavored sausage would be, and under strength of willpower over my health, I put it back and stuck with the plane. It is this moment, retroactively speaking, that I believe I broke the Matrix. A few weeks passed. I cooked the sausages with chips, or fries, as Americans might call them, and had ketchup. When I started eating, something

burned my mouth. I didn't piece the events together at first. I thought it was the ketchup as it was probably off. I didn't use it often, and the ketchup seemed to be the source. So I replaced the ketchup for the second meal. The second meal also burned my mouth. I thought, wait a minute, did I accidentally buy the curried bean sausages? But that made no sense because I only grabbed one packet of curried bean and two packets of the plane, and I already had two meals, so the math didn't add up. And I was sure that I put the curried bean flavor back.

I went to my freezer and checked the recycling. Both were plain. What? I grabbed the third packet in the freezer, unopened, which didn't say anything like new flavor, but explicitly said original flavor, with zero indication of changes. I flipped it over.

The back now listed black pepper, mustard, and capsicum. All spices. Spices that it didn't have before with a strength that burned my mouth but never burned prior. Somehow the plain sausages now had the same ingredients as the curried bean flavor sausages. What? I thought that this was some corporate BS or something. Trinkflation, maybe. A stupid recipe change, a printing error.

Anything. I went to the store. so that I could compare the curried bean flavor, and there were none there. It was never sold. But I held it in my hands. I saw it with my own eyes. Maybe it was out of stock, I thought,

so I tried looking for it online. No, the product never existed. I've checked on every shopping trip and have not seen it since. What the hell? And nobody had complained that the sausages tasted spicy, or unusual previously, so I know they definitely tasted plain before, which lines up, because they did not contain spices previously. I now can't have them as the spice is too strong.

It was like someone got angry that I didn't buy the curried bean flavor and then merged it with the plain flavor to force me to consume it regardless. Maybe this is a one-time glitch, you're thinking. But it happened again, very recently. another product actually it was tinned beans quite simple actually

a new product simply called black eyed beans and red kidney beans in water the front said the words black eyed beans and red kidney beans in water the back said pretty much the same besides some preservatives

and it had images of black eyed beans and red kidney beans imaged like a wallpaper-esque effect 50 pence per tin which seemed sort of high to me, but there weren't any good alternatives. Most single bean tins were 45 pence upward anyways. I purchased three tins to try them. They were grouped together on the shelf, and they all had the same appearance.

When I opened the first tin, I carefully poured out the water, cooked the beans in a meal, and had it normally. No incident there. The second time, of which I was planning to have them in a healthy pasta meal, I opened the lid slightly ready to drain it when I jumped back. There was red stuff. Ah, heck, I must have cut myself, I thought. I had quickly withdrawn my finger as the bleeding looked severe.

Red stuff in the tin, too. I must have cut myself deep, the blood's gotten into it. But hang on a minute, I thought. That's not blood. That's tomato sauce? I examined the tin. The label no longer. said, black-eyed beans and red kidney beans in water, but mixed beans in a spicy tomato sauce.

There's no way that I would have missed it. It is that freaking spicy bean BS again. The black-eyed bean and red kidney bean wallpaper-esque effect was there, but now there was this cartoonish-looking tomato hidden in the bottom left. What? I spun around the back, and instead of two or three or even four ingredients, there was a mind-boggingly long list. I read the list, so how did it change? I still have the tent, so I'll just quote the ingredients so you can see how radically it changed. Mixed beans, black-eyed beans, pinto beans, bologi beans, red kidney and canelli beans, water, onion, red pepper, tomato paste, sugar, modified may starch, salt, yeast extract, chili powder, sunflower oil, garlic, basil, capsicum, nutmeg, and black pepper.

all things guaranteed to give bowels hell. That's no longer simple plain tinned beans, but a full-blown spice meal. Like someone is absolutely determined to give me curried beans that will mess up my bowels. Hi, Raven. I've been listening to you for a while now and really love your narrations. Thank you. Glitches have been happening in my life for the better part of 15 years now. Once I learned that they're happening to other people as well, I started researching the topic and found your awesome channel.

This is the first time I've shared a story, but maybe I'll share some of my other glitches with you in the future. I find the glitches to be a reminder of just how unusual life can be. There's so much that we have absolutely no idea about, and everyone just acts like it's cool to be in a mild trance for most of our lives. lives, having to waste our time working on ridiculous Fiat money. Anyway, moving along. This happened during the year 2021, the month of August on a Friday evening. I was on my way home for my job in a major metropolitan area near Raleigh, North Carolina. It was rush hour, about 5.30 p.m.

Packed streets and packed stores. I was completely sober. as I had just finished a full work week and was heading home to start the weekend. I was, however, planning to hang out with a group of friends later that night to play some commander and unwind with drinks. Near the end of my commute, I stopped off at a BP gas station near where I lived to run in buy some drinks for the group. Anyway, I pulled into the gas station, and the parking lot for the convenience store building was absolutely packed. not a single opened spot out of about 10. This still kind of freaks me out to think about.

You know how some modern gas stations are basically all glass? Where not just the sliding door is glass, but the whole dang building is completely transparent, with windows stretching from end to end. That's exactly how this gas station was. So here I am trying to park the car, and I look into the convenience store through the huge, of windows.

It was brightly lit up inside with almost no one in there. I could see the clerk at the counter and one person buying something, so I'm thinking to myself, why is the lot so full? Where is everyone? I concluded that they must have parked there and walked to another place close by for food or something. So I ended up parking by the dumpster. I know, you're not supposed to do that, but I have.

I was in a rush and I was going to take literally a minute or less. At least, that was the plan. So I got out of the car and started walking up to the sidewalk to the entrance door. For the duration of the entire walk up to the door, I could see very clearly into the building and it was empty. As I approached the door, there was another guy walking in right there with me. He had parked at a gas pump and was walking directly towards the entrance door in a straight line. Our paths intersected right at the entrance.

We made eye contact and politely nodded at one another as we entered the store together. We walked in with no issue and there was plenty of room. He had clearly just gotten off of work, too. He was still wearing his yellow work vest. We both walked side by side to the fridge and the back with the beers. We both went straight to the Mexican import section and started browsing together at our favorite brews. We had a small interaction about the drinks. I said, it's a Victoria night for me.

And he laughed and said, Modelo, as he grabbed a 24-ounce can and walked away out of my view. I searched the fridge for a 12-pack of Victoria, found it about 15 seconds after the guy walked off, grabbed the box, and turned around to head toward the counter. There was now a line of at least 10 people's, leading all the way past the sliding door and ending near the little lottery ticket booth thing

that they keep in the back of the store. I stood there stunned for a few seconds, and then started walking slowly toward the back of the line. Very oddly, the man that I was just shopping for beer with was nowhere to be seen. In the back of the line, there was a lady. She was fidgety and looked mildly annoyed. I got behind her and,

tried to strike up a small conversation. I said to her, wow, this line formed fast, huh? She turned and rolled her eyes at me and said, It's been so slow. I replied, What do you mean? There was no one here just a few seconds ago.

Then she looked at me with a judging face, rolled her eyes and sighed, then turned back around without saying anything else. I got the impression that she thought I was crazy and annoying at the same time. I stood there in that line for probably ten minutes before I was finally able to check out. Then I asked the clerk if this line had been here when I came in, and he just looked at me like the lady did.

Not at his head yes, and then said the total amount that was due for the purchase. I paid and left, and when I got to my car by the dumpster, half of the lot had already cleared out. I drove off completely confused by, by what the heck had happened. I brought it up at the game night, and we joked about it some, about how the simulation is crashing. We kept it lighthearted, but I'm still very confused about this glitch to this day, and I likely always will be.

This wasn't the only glitch I've experienced, but it was certainly one of the most intense ones so far. Hi, so my story is about a recent personal experience that makes me feel like we all have to be connected in some way, or maybe the Matrix organizes us around the people we know, and we're destined to always be in the orbit of those people we know. Or maybe, we all get put here with a group, and as we live our lives,

we will always end up together in the same communities. So the universe finds opportunities to reunite its groups. I don't know. I overthink a lot, but anyway, here goes. So I've recently moved to Australia from England with my now ex-boyfriend, who we can call Robert. We're in touch for checkups and mental health, and that's it. There's nothing left between us.

No destiny. Anyway, my ex-Robbert and I come from two completely different parts of England, so he has no connection to my end of the country and doesn't know anyone from, my end. The only way I know my ex is because we met in a different city while studying. Now, my ex, Robert, has just found a place to live with the roommate here in Australia, and it turns out his roommate is also from England. Okay, cool. Then, Robert finds out that this roommate, who we can call Alex, is not only from England, but he is from the exact same small town I am from in England.

Then we find out he's also from the same neighborhood in that same small town that I grew up in. It turns out, his roommate Alex is also my age, and went to primary school with me and we knew each other. I showed Robert a photo of a school show that I once did, and my ex-confirmed in that photo was, indeed, his roommate Alex. Alex left school around nine. I always wondered where his family moved him to, and now I know that they moved to Australia, as he's roommates with my ex. My town is really small in England, and people don't usually move to Australia from there, and I keep thinking, it would be one thing if this guy from my primary wasn't Australia,

too. But the fact that he happens to be my ex-boy-boy. boyfriend's roommate. They didn't know each other until moving in together, by the way. I just think it's so crazy and cannot be a coincidence. This has to mean something in the bigger picture of us all being connected, right? His roommate is in a relationship and living a good life here. I just don't know what connection I'm supposed to be finding here. Could it just be a sign that we were all supposed to meet and be friends one day?

Maybe time will tell what this means Or maybe life is just funny that way Hi Raven, hope you're doing well This is my first time submitting a glitch story Before I start, I just want to say that I love your glitch in the Matrix stories Thank you So here is my glitch Me and my grandma were on our way to the hospital about three days ago now

I was going to do a blood sample When we were in the car, we were just talking like normal, and then I looked outside the window and saw a strange-looking cloud. It looked like a straight, but a bit wonky line. This is where the glitch happens. Before I knew it, that cloud duplicated itself right in front of me. Like, I could for real see it being duplicated. It looked like someone was drawing another exact same cloud right next to me.

to it. I just thought to myself, what the hell? Surprisingly, I did not freak out because I've had stranger things happening in my life, so I might submit some more stories later. But if you know how a cloud can duplicate itself so much so that it's visible to the eye, and that it looked like someone was drawing the exact same cloud on the sky, then please let me know. Because I promise you there were no airplanes or any aircrafts in the sky at that time. Let me know what you think could have caused this, because I've never heard of anything like it happening to anyone else. I didn't tell my grandma about it until we were done at the hospital.

She was shocked as well, and I wasn't sure if she believed me or not, but she just said, well, there's many strange things in the world. Which, honestly, I agree. A few years back, I was a support person for an elderly lady. We'd become unlikely friends, and although demanding, I often ran errands for her out of work hours. Shopping, paying her bills, things that she found difficult, as she had some trouble with mobility.

A few times per year, I would travel to the coast and visit my granddaughter. Let's call her jazz. And I know that my client, who I'll name Penny, for this story, had mentioned that her niece, Lucy, and Lucy's family lived in close proximity to the area where my granddaughter lived. I distinctly remember having a conversation with Penny and planning to take her, with my husband Jake and I, to visit her niece on our next trip.

I remember the morning I left my house to pick her up for our trip. I remember being frustrated at the amount of luggage and medical equipment and also her wheelchair, which took up the initial. entire trunk of my car. I then had to rearrange everything to accommodate her belongings, and our luggage ended up crammed on the back seat with Penny, who, by the way, is a bit overweight. I could tell that it was not going to be a relaxing drive at all, and it added another hour to the five-hour trip ahead of us, and at this point I was already regretting to

agreeing to having Penny join us. After arriving on the coast, I dropped her off with Lucy, much to my relief, and went on to enjoy the weekend with jazz doing all the stuff that a 10-year-old loves to do, swimming, shopping, etc. Then early Sunday morning we went by to collect Penny from Lucy's. We set our goodbyes and drove across an intersection and stopped at a gas station to fill up before heading home. We made it home and that was that. On our next trip to the coast a few months later, I passed the block of units where Lucy's. Lucy lived, and a feeling of dread came over me. I was remembering back to when I brought Penny with me,

and just how annoyed I was that the basement car park was way too tight to maneuver my car to drop Penny closer to the lift, with Lucy calling out directions so I didn't hit any other vehicles. Not to mention having to unload Penny's many suitcases, her medical equipment, and that horrid, big, bulky wheelchair. I remember thinking to myself, thank God it was just that one time that I offered to bring Penny. I also remembered how hot it was in the morning we were leaving.

I had parked on the side of the apartment complex and was about to leave when all of a sudden Penny realized that she had left items upstairs in the apartment. So she sent Lucy to retrieve her belongings, which of course she didn't locate until 45 minutes of searching had passed. So again, this all added more time to our trip. I recalled pretending to be patient and not showing my annoyance at the whole situation. All of a sudden, I was interrupted when my partner Jake asked why I was so deep in thought. I reminded him about our last trip, and how annoyed I was.

Then to my astonishment, he says, We've never brought her with us on any trip. What? I pointed out the gas station and reminded him that we grabbed a bite to eat to take on the road. There was no time to sit down for breakfast. Jake kept looking at me wide-eyed and kept denying that Penny had ever traveled with us. In fact, he didn't accompany us on the last trip either due to work commitments. Did I imagine all of that frustration?

Was this a glitch? I'm still confused, and I'm sure that everything happened the exact way that I have described. I even remember the conversation had between all three of us to and from the coach. I still feel that anxiety every time I pass those units, and I remember how hot it was, sitting in the car, waiting for Lucy to find those missing items. Before I came across your podcast, most enjoyable too, by the way, thank you, I had not heard of glitches. So I'm sharing my story. It's because I'm 100% sure that this happened. I'm just not sure which universe had happened in.

Hey, I love the podcast. It keeps me motivated at work. Well, thank you. I made silver dollar pancakes for breakfast before my kids went to school. After they eat, I usually finish their leftovers. So, I'm alone at the table, and I have one full pancake and two half-bitten pieces left. I remember this clearly because my son tried to make a Mickey Mouse shape with them. I grabbed the full pancake. dipped it in syrup and took a bite.

When I went to dip it again, the pancake slipped out of my hand and landed just off the top edge of the plate, less than an inch away. I could see it from where I was sitting. As I reached for it, my son called me from the other room, so I turned my head for a second. Mind you, the piece I had already bitten is still in my mouth. There's the taste of syrup and everything.

When I looked back, the pancake on the table was gone. It couldn't have rolled off, and the one in my mouth also completely disappeared. Like I had never taken a bite of it at all, and I did not swallow it. I checked the floor, under the plate, everywhere. When I looked back at the plate again, one of the half-bitten pancakes had also vanished too. only a single half piece was left, and I'm still mind-blown. Hey Raven, huge fan of your channel, mainly the glitch in the Matrix stories. I listen to them all the time.

I even repeat some videos over and over. I'll try my best to be as descriptive as possible so that the story can flow nicely if chosen. Back in 2008, while in high school, my senior year to be exact, me and my two friends were coming back from grabbing some fast food for lunch. My high school was only about five minutes from Wendy's, Jack in the Box, etc., so we would often grab lunch off campus. This day there was a really bad storm that started to pick up heavily on the way back. The glitch happens while driving. For context, my friend, let's call him Jay, was driving and I was riding shotgun, and

Our other friend M was in the back. To describe the road, it was a four-way road. Straight ahead was opening to a residential, to the left, Main Street, and to the right, main street. And we were at a stop sign. The through traffic had no stop signs, so left and right from our positions, the Main Street. We were coming up on a stop sign and needed to turn right into traffic. Again, as I said before, the rain was coming down heavy. So my friend Jay says, no lie, bro, I can't see.

I got to roll down the windows. So, in the rain, all three of us rolled down our windows in his old Honda cord, with rain falling, and then Jay asks, Do you see any cars? I say no, as I'm trying my best to see, but also avoid getting completely drenched. M says, no cars, you're good, bro. Jay then says all right. He makes the right turn, no issues, and we all chuckle at the fact that we just opened windows in the rain.

Within a matter of seconds, in front of us, whoosh, a car flying at, my guess, 40 miles per hour. We all say what the hell over and over again, basically hysterical, adrenaline rushing and genuine confusion on where the hell this car had come. from. Now, before anyone thinks, well, obviously the car sped around us. That isn't possible. The street that we turned on to is simply one lane. The car would have had to have been on the damn sidewalk or through the air to be in front of us. Secondly, the speed the car was going made no sense. Going 40 miles per hour at least, while we were going maybe 15 to 20 as the turn had just finished. It legit felt as if this car had materialized out of nowhere. We were all shook up for

the rest of the day and couldn't explain what the hell happened. I can still see it like it happened yesterday. This took place in 2008. I've heard stories before about quantum immortality, and I feel like this was the case. I firmly believe that in another universe, the three of us died that day by a car going too fast in the rain. Since that day, I've had small glitches that may confirm I slipped realities. One, my old Pandora account at random would say sorry only one person can listen to this account. Normally not weird, but I only had one phone logged into the account. No other devices at the time and no one with my login.

Two, on two separate occasions, my mom would text me, hey, can you come into the room when I wasn't even home? She explained that she heard me park, set my car alarm, unlocked the front door and closed my bedroom door on the second floor. I was 17 then, and I'm now 34 with the family of my own. At times, the people that I know do feel a little off, though I'm not sure if it's due to age, or because I leapt into another version.

of myself. Hey Raven. So the craziest thing just happened and it involves your podcast. It's currently 2 a.m. on November 27th, 2025. I hope you have a great holiday. I did, hope you did too.

And I just listened to your recent episode where someone wrote in about their larger than average earbud that wrapped around their ears perfectly, randomly falling off. They said they had already taken their eyeglasses off, It saw the general area of where it landed. They looked for it, even doing a thorough deep clean but never found it.

They had a dresser with ornate decorations on the bottom and searched inside the bottom as well as a drawer that was slightly ajar. There was a stand beside the dresser and butted up to the wall with no room for it to go underneath. It was the left earbud, which was necessary to connect to Bluetooth. The weird thing is, I had done. just gone through almost the exact same situation, not even an hour before I heard the episode slash story. I had my glasses off and was applying lotion on my face when suddenly my right

earbud fell off. I was standing in front of my dresser with ornate decorations at the bottom, and beside my dresser are two stacked totes. Nothing can get under that. They're both pushed up against the wall. My bottom drawer is a pain and doesn't always close properly, so when I didn't find it anywhere on the floor, I checked the drawer. I pulled its completely out and checked in the space between the drawer and the floor, and there was nothing. These are my favorite earbuds, and although I have plenty of other earbuds and headsets,

none compared to these. I'm absolutely flabbergasted by the fact that I had this experience, Just to then hear it told back to me almost immediately. The synchronicities are synchronizing, for sure. Hi, Raven. I actually submitted my stories on Facebook in an N-D-E group, but of course they never approved it. But anyways, I think I had three death experiences,

and quantum immortality happened. I wish I could add my personal. pictures to show as it would make the stories better. But I'll make this as short as I can. One, I was 13, and me and about six people, I don't remember who, were in a car and I was sitting on my cousin's lap. The car breaks, just stops working, and the lady that was driving had to do a hard turn. Everything went in slow motion.

I saw everybody's faces. Even my cousins, whose lap I was sitting on, I remember he said, Oh, shoot, in slow motion. The whole time I heard a ringing sound. After that, I don't remember anything, but a little part of walking the rest of the way to school. Every time I go past that way now,

I don't remember exactly where it happened, but I always ask, how did she turn? There's a little sidewalk curb on the whole street, so how did she not hit it? Two, I was at my boyfriend's house at the time. He lived behind an army base. We were sitting on the couch, and our daughters were on the floor playing.

I hear a big boom, and this big army guy kicks the door open. I swear I see him shoot both the girls and then point the gun right at me. And I hear that ringing sound again. I then wake up in my boyfriend's bed, and it was like a breath where, where somebody finally stopped smothering me.

I was panting, trying to catch my breath. I go into the living room confused as hell. My boyfriend is playing a game, and the girls are gone at their other parents' house. He was like, what's wrong with you? Because apparently I looked confused as hell. I really don't know if that was real or a dream, but it definitely felt real.

Three. Now, this is the one that made me really look into quantum immortality, which I learned from YouTube's as the Raven Dreams. That's me. I remember me and my daughter's dad was arguing because I stayed in Council Bluffs and him in Omaha, and I had not taken my daughter back for school, and he said if he don't bring her tomorrow, it's going to be a problem. I was like, okay, cool. So, the next day, I'm going to work. I see this bright light from the corner of my eyes. I was just like, nope. I literally ignored it.

So I got to work, and then on my hour break, I go get my daughter ready. I walk past the dark bathroom, and I see that same bright light. This time, I'm just like, heck no. So I go back and look. This time, I don't see a source of where that light would come from. So I go and get my daughter ready. and I'm really procrastinating, as I don't want to take her to Omaha. I tell my boyfriend, and he was like, don't go then.

But I didn't tell him what my daughter's dad said, so I just said, nah, I'm just going to take her. We leave, and I tell my daughter to put on her seatbelts. I then put mine on, something I never did at the time. So I get to the highway, and I'm just starting to cry, saying, I don't want to do this. Mind you, my daughter is sick. I gave her some meds before we left, so she was a little loopy and looking at me like, what the hell is wrong with her? I get on the highway and about ten minutes in, I hear a lot of bumping.

At the time, I thought it was the street, but now I know it was that my tire popped. I'm going 60, and then bam, it pops all the way, and the car spins out of control. No cars in front of me and no cars behind me. I hear my daughter screaming while the car is spinning in slow motion. I turn around to see if she's okay, and I turn back around and then the airbag hit me. I remember being pulled in the air and the ringing sound, and seeing my car flip on the other side of the median. I don't know how long I was out, but I hear a lady say,

Oh my God, she's dead. I then pass out again. Then I hear, oh, I thought she was dead. I look over and there are people checking on my daughter who is now in the front seat. My car door won't open. The ambulance comes. I get out the passenger side and I see now that the whole highway is full of cars. And my car is totaled right dead in the middle of the highway.

Before I got hit, I remember just hitting the median about three times. About two months later, I then had a dream that I was in a white room with all my passedaway family, like a room full of the ones that I never even met. I heard talking, but it was like background chatter. They just smiled at me and hugged me. I swear that my grandma's hug felt so real. They helped me lie down on a white bed and put a white sheet on me, and then I slowly raised into the air and they all stood around watching.

I go in this little pinwheel thing with colors I've never even seen. I can't explain it. Then I go around it twice, and then go back down, and I look at my grandma, my stepbrother, and my aunt. They're all smiling at me, and then I close my eyes and wake up in my boyfriend's bed, peaceful. I'm happy, but with the crash, I'm just left with a bruised face, and my daughter has a little cut on her eye. I like telling my story, but it seems like the people I tell it to don't understand me, so hopefully my story is understood somewhere. Hello, Raven. I've had rather severe eczema on my hands for over 20 years, causing painful dryness and tears on my fingers and thumbs, causing me to have to use a number of band-aids. I probably go through a box of 80 in about a month or so. It sucks, I know.

I bring this up just to reinforce the idea that I've become pretty accustomed to putting on band-aids. So what happened one night a few months back putting on my band-aids, I can only describe as a glitch in the matrix. I purchased the box that comes with 60 big band-aids and 20 smaller ones, about 25% smaller, that come individually wrapped. I neatly laid out the three big ones and one small one. I was going to apply a big one to my thumb, a big one to my pointing finger, and my middle finger also needed a big band-aid and one smaller one to wrap around the tip.

So four in total. I started with my thumb, reaching for what I thought was a big band-aid. I opened it, and right before I put it on my thumb, I looked down and see the empty band-aid wrapper of a small band-aid. I think, shoot, I opened the wrong one. I said screw it as I had already applied the healing ointment on my thumb and thought that I'll just use two small ones to wrap the whole thumb. So I proceeded to wrap my thumb, but it wrapped around my whole thumb. And it was a big band-aid?

I thought, wait, what? I looked down and see the three neatly laid big band-aids I was planning to use all unopened, and the empty wrapper of the small one. Yet that same small band-aid somehow became a bigger one now fully wrapped around my thumb. I looked in the box, around, nothing in the trash bin. There was absolutely no empty big band-aid wrapper. Nor has the big band-aid ever come in a small band-aid packaged wrapping. It wouldn't even fit.

And it was the only band-aid on all my hands. I ran through the scenario a hundred times in my head thinking I must be mistaken. but I couldn't find an explanation. Maybe this was some kind of glitch based on my intention of putting on a big band-aid. Hopefully this all made sense, and I know that it's not a big glitch, but if this is the case, a band-aid changing its own size is pretty hoff in my books. Thanks for reading my story, and stay spooky, Raven. Hello, Raven, thanks for reading my story.

I fall asleep to your podcast every night. as your voice is soothing and it helps me fall asleep. Thank you. Anyway, let's get to the story. So I have this stuffed animal because I got it before my mom died. She bought it. She saved money for a while because we were super poor. We had to live in a trailer house.

It's a stuffed Mickey. The right ear is broken and, well, I was going to go to bed. And I realized it wasn't there. I swear I didn't move it. My girlfriend realized it too and her jaw dropped. She confirmed that I don't move it. It's weird. We looked for it for two hours and we could not find it.

But when we came back to our bed because we were tired, it was sitting right there. I swear my girlfriend's jaw dropped even lower than before as it was in the same spot. So what do you think happened? Hi Raven. I've been enjoying your podcast for six months now, listening as I do chores and repair projects. I would love to share my only glitch story with you. It involves what I believe was a life-saving miracle in the form of a technical glitch. In 2016, I was working in social services for the first time, and I experienced some very nasty office politics.

My co-workers didn't know I was dealing with severe depression. at the time. The situation in the office definitely made things much worse. I had begun to struggle with some dark thoughts, but I never spoke these thoughts aloud because it scared me. One afternoon, I was the only person left behind in the office, while all the other employees, clients, and the boss were at an event together. This arrangement was intentional and malicious, but honestly, I wanted to be alone that day anyway.

I was doing busy work, cleaning up, and arranging paper files. I was in a very bad mental place, so I decided to listen to a video of a U2 concert on my smartphone as I worked to occupy my mind. Between two of the songs, Bono began talking about the bad mental place he'd gotten to during a very hard time. This stood out to me, because some of the thoughts he admitted having were the same. one's eye was having. I get goosebumps and tears sprang into my eyes. At some point in the speech, for lack of a better word, he started talking about hope and what it was that got him through that bad time. He spoke directly to anyone that was struggling and asked them to hold on because things would get better. Then the video froze. Frustrated, I moved to a different part of the

office to see if I could get a better Wi-Fi connection, as I had no bars in this area. And I had to rely on the office internet for phone service. No luck. I tried another spot and then another. I gave up and refreshed the video as I went back to my original spot and got back to work. The only part of that video that would play was the few minutes where Bono asked anyone who was struggling to hold on. No matter how many times I refreshed the video, it was just that portion that would play, Bono encouraging us to hold on and hope. Nothing before that, nothing after.

Finally, it struck me that maybe God was trying to give me the message, not to give in to my illness. I said aloud, I get it, thank you. As you can probably guess, Raven, I held on. I got the mental health care that I desperately needed and things did get better. Within two months, I was accepted into a grad school program that had rejected me the previous winter. They called me to enroll, I didn't reapply. Within three months after the video incident, I had found a new job in a different field.

I'm so thankful for that heavenly tech glitch. You know what's funny, though? I was never able to find that video again. Not in my video history and not by searching it. Thanks for taking the time to read this. I hope you have a peaceful night. Thank you for taking the time to send it in, and I'm happy you're still with us.

Hi, Raven. I heard your request for new glitches. This one happened a few weeks ago. My father lives in a nursing home, and I know the doctor who works there well because I've regularly consulted with her about my father's health issues. For convenience, let's call her Deborah.

A few weeks ago, I was sitting in the restaurant of the nursing home, and saw a woman approach whom I had never seen before. But strangely enough, I recognized her as being Deborah. She didn't look like Deborah at all, yet I thought I knew it was Deborah. So I was a bit surprised by how I thought this. She came closer and actually started a conversation with me, as if she were actually Deborah.

I hid my confusion from her and my father, but now a few weeks later, I still wonder what exactly happened there. Perhaps someone listening has some insight? This started around five to six years ago. Well, that's when I first noticed. And it freaks me out. The first incident happened when me and a colleague were talking about a person who'd worked with us around ten years ago, at that point.

We were wondering if they were okay and how we'd probably not seen them or heard anything about them in a good while, probably around six years. Another colleague who hadn't worked there that long came over into the back and called for me, saying that there was a person looking for me. I go out, and no way, it's the same person we were talking about. This first time it was instant, as in they appeared instantly. Since then, I've had hundreds of experiences of this. Sometimes I think of someone who I've not seen in ages and I see them that week. Other times, I know someone that I know will be in a shop, or I'll bump into them. Maybe I don't know exactly who it is, there's a feeling of completion every time it happens,

and it's getting more and more freaky. This next one might upset some pet owners. I was driving to work, and I suddenly knew that there was going to be a cat that had been, sadly, run over. I thought of it other times. I've known a car as going to pull out in front of me even if I don't see a car. One will then come flying out of a junction ahead of me. People tell me it's just coincidence, but it happens all the time. I'll suddenly think of someone out of the blue who I've not thought about in years.

and they turn up. It's a thought that just takes over. I don't see any vision, but I just all of the sudden wonder how someone is doing. It started with one incident every couple of months to things like this happening every week, and no one believes me, so now I've started telling people whenever I think of someone.

Hi, Raven. I enjoy listening to everyone's stories and really appreciate how well you tell them. Thank you. I'm not really sure if my short happenings will fit in with your podcast, but I thought I would send them along to you anyway. I hope you enjoy them. First, around the year 2001, we lived in a house, and I wanted a lilac bush. So we went to a local nursery to see what they had.

They had the usual white and some different purple ones as well. To my surprise, they also had a new variety that was a beautiful orange color with, pink and purple highlights on the base of the flowers. We bought the orange one and put it in and had beautiful bunches of lilacs all over this bush the next spring. Don't ask me why the heck I never got a picture of this. I have no answer for that. We moved from this house a couple of years later and the people that moved in tore out that bush to make room for a pool. We went back to the same nursery about 10 years or so ago to see if we could buy the same orange variety of lilaclite. black bushes. The same people own and run this place that owned it back in 2001. The woman that I

spoke to thought I was a little crazy asking about an orange lilac. She had never heard of any orange lilacs. I'm heartbroken that we cannot find this variety anywhere. I've looked online at all the places I can in any part of the world that could ship me one and I have not found one at all. Years ago, I'm not really sure how many years, but I would guess around 10 to 15, my niece told me that her aunt's ex-husband had been working on a car and was crushed and killed when it fell on him. Fast forward to a couple of years ago, and somehow the subject came up, and I mentioned how awful it was that he had died that way. She stopped me and asked what I was even talking about.

I said, you said he'd been crushed by a car. No, I never said that. He's alive and fine. I know what she told me all those years ago, and I have no explanation for this. Hey, Raven, I've been watching for a while now, and I want to tell you my glitch story. So basically, I had work, a lot of it, and school at the time.

I worked as a mechanic, so. Here we go into the story. It was a normal slow day at, let's just call it Greg's Auto Body, and something special about it is that it has massive wrenches. And I mean, massive. Anyway, I just finished working on a car and set it down on a table. I went to have lunch and then came back and the wrench wasn't there. I said there's no way on Cod's Green Earth.

I yelled that. My manager came over and was like, what happened? I told him the story and we continued looking for over an hour. Then I was like, let's just give up. I have to go to the bathroom. After I finished and went back, the wrench was right there. I don't have any logical explanation for this, and I want you to decide what the hell happened here.

And thank you and good night. So that was this week's collection of Glitch in the Matrix stories on the As the Raven Dreams podcast. I hope you enjoyed this collection of glitchy goodness. If you did, and would like to listen to more of this, you can always check out the other episodes of the podcast, or support the channel further by actually going to my YouTube channel and checking out my videos. Just go to YouTube and search As the Raven Dreams.

You can also go to Astherraven Dreams.com for lots of other good stuff. ways to get early access, read stories that I've written, submit your own story, and things like that. All that said, friends, thank you very much for listening. I do hope to see you in two weeks on the next Glitch in the Matrix episode, but until then, sleep well.